Things that make me happy :)

and if i open the gates / and if i let in the light / you're gonna get all of me or none at all



poetry and writing

the orange by wendy cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange ---
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and share it with Robert and Dave ---
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
I enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I'm glad I exist.

three potatoes

a toast to the alchemists by laura gilpin

you were right, it is
We have the proof now.
There are equations.

If you could come back
for a day, if you could
conjure yourself into
this chemistry classroom,
if you could read the
textbook or watch the
professor writing the
answers on the board...

you would see that you
were right, even though
you didn't know about
alpha and beta radiation,
even though you didn't
understand isotopes,
you knew it was possible,
that some elements can
change into other elements,
that transmutation can

there is proof now that
it is possible, although
each new element, having
a brief half-life, would
keep changing into other

you were right, you can
make anything, anything,
uranium, plutonium, tel-
lurium, mercury, copper,
cobalt, platinum, silver,
and gold, you can make
gold, an isotope so
radioactive it would
sparkle before your eyes.

you were right.
It is magic.

from meditations in an emergency by cameron awkward-rich

I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There's a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.


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